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36 As a rosary of days.

And your thoughts in calm arrays,

And your innocent prayers are told

On your rosary of days.

And the young days and the old

With their quiet prayers did meet

When the chaplet was complete.

Did it vex you, the surmise

Of this wind of words, this storm of cries,

Though you kept the silence so

In the storms of long ago,

And you keep it, like a star?

—Of the evils triumphing,

Strong, for all your perfect conquering,

Silenced conqueror that you are?

And I wonder at your peace, I wonder.

Would it trouble you to know,

O sweet soul, the world and sin

By your calm feet trodden under

Long ago,

Living now, mighty to win?

And your feet are vanished like the snow.